Whenever I say you are not.. You creep in some how n say I am,
I freak a smile on my face.. Since I know you are.. A glam,
Alright all I intend to do such is to see or realise a gussail face,
But why couldn't be a reverse from there.. A smiling just in case,
Any way all telepathetic.. Damn even the dictionary doesn't acknowledge,
Such eternal relationship.. Let go yaar.. Time n God shall decide collage,
If such exists.. I mean I have got an eye that remains in search of you,
But I won't peep into others avenues I am not remote controlled ctv of few,
I am me.. Who sees hears talks n likes to be an own,
Respecting relating trusting to who believe.. I mean am I known...
. . . . . . . To you. . . . . . .
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